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Myla knew she’d leave Freddy before she left for Pinewood Springs. And now there wasn’t a doubt that their relationship was over. What she hadn’t planned on was falling in love with Diesel. And she was in love with him even though she’d never let him know. She was pretty sure that he was in lust with her, but a man like him, who’d been with so many womenandhad so many at his beck and call, would never want to settle down. Then add Freddy to the mix, and she was positive they would go their own way once he was located.
Myla looked back at the shimmering ocean and the waves with curling whitecaps rolling toward the coastline.Maybe I’ll move somewhere near the sea. I love it here, but it’s too expensive. Perhaps I’ll go East—Maine or Vermont, maybe South Carolina.
An ache tugged at her heart as she thought about reconfiguring her life once again. But she was a survivor. Myla’s parents taught her two things: how to care for herself and not depend on anyone. Growing up as a child and beyond, she had to fend for herself, and she did. She was still standing. What more could she ask for?
Chapter Fifteen
Palm fronds rustledin the warm coastal wind, and the sweet scent of orange blossoms wafted through the open windows. Diesel tipped his chair back against the wall and tried to focus on what Panther was saying, but the memory of Myla’s lips crushed against his made it difficult. Their kiss was fast and aggressive: biting and demanding. The sounds she made and how she reacted to him blew his mind. His feelings for her were unlike anything he’d ever experienced with any woman, and keeping a lid on them was getting more challenging the more time they spent together. In the room earlier, he’d lost his restraint. Still, so many things about Myla amped up his feelingsandhis libido: her smile, how he could make her smile, catching her beautiful eyes gazing at him, her strength, sarcasm, playfulness, and how natural things felt with her. As much as he tried to deny it, Diesel was hooked, and it surprised the hell out of him.
“Banger’s giving you the death stare, dude,” Rags whispered.
Diesel snapped back to the present and glanced over at the president. Banger looked pissed as hell. He averted his gaze to Panther, who was saying something about the rally and the snitch.
“We’ve been watching the club, following every member outside the core group, and we haven’t found anything out of the ordinary yet,” Throttle said.
“A few buddies from my military days even helped me out. They’re in security and live here. They’re not finding anything either. The fucker has definitely stopped operations, at least for now,” Tank said.
“Is there any way it could be someoneoutsidethe club, like maybe a party girl, a housekeeper, a gardener, or a member’s friend or sibling?” Axe asked.
Panther shook his head. “No one but a member would know club business. We always check for bugs and wires before church. It’s a member. He knows he got too fucking greedy, and that’s why he’s gone underground. Fuck!”
Diesel set his chair down on all four legs. “It’s someone who may be involved with Peter Cano. He’s the fucker who—”
“We know who he is,” Panther said. “Banger filled us in on what’s been happening with him and your brother. Demon said you saw him hanging out at the Grim Henchmen’s booth.”
“Yeah. I lost sight of Cano when shit started going down. My gut’s telling me the traitor’s mixed up with the Grim Henchmen, which we already know,andwith this Cano fucker. Myla just told me she recognized one of the bikers at our party a while back. There were Insurgents from here, Idaho, Montana, and Kansas.”
“What are you saying?” Demon asked.
“There’s no fuckin’ way Cano knew Myla was gonna be arriving in San Diego on that particular day and time unless someone told him. The only ones who knew were the members here and the members of the mother club.”
“He could have her phone traced. It’s not hard nowadays to do that,” Panther said.
“Then why hasn’t the fucker been to Pinewood Springs? Nope. Someone told him,” Diesel replied.
“Anyone could’ve overheard, even at your club,” Panther said.
“There’s no fucking way the brothers in Colorado said shit,” Banger said, his face reddening.
“We thought all our brothers were loyal, too, but we were wrong. You know how that is, Banger. You had some shit go down a few years back with turncoats inyourclub,” Panther said.
“I’m just saying I think if we find this fucker, we’ll find the snitch,” Diesel said, hoping to quell both presidents’ rising anger.
“What’re you doing aboutthat?” Panther asked, his dark eyes bore into Diesel’s blues.
“I’m working with an informant in Denver. Also, Viking has some men on it in LA, where the fucker lives. No one’s been around the house so far, but I’ll get him, and when I do, you’ll have your traitor.”
“You might be on to something with the airport thing,” Demon said, pulling at his beard. “The only Insurgents partying at the mother club that night were Iceman, Easy, Crutch, and me. No fucking way it’s any of those guys. We all started together. I know these brothers. I think overhearing talk about the chick coming in makes more sense. Maybe it could be one of the prospects. Sprocket is always broke. He’s got a bunch of debt. I heard he’s a regular at the Del Mar racetrack. Seems to be fond of losing money on the horses.”
“But he wouldn’t know about club business,” Panther said.
“I’m not sure the two are related. Sprocket could’ve just needed money. He probably got to know this Cano asshole through the racetrack,” Demon replied.
“I don’t think so. I really feel the two are related,” Diesel said.
“Maybe you want there to be a connection because of your brother. We have to look at this without any emotion,” Panther said.
“Diesel’s not dealing with emotions on this. If we’re going to smoke this SOB snitch, we gotta look at all the possibilities. The one thing we know for sure is that the fucker’s laying low. Maybe this Cano bastard is our key to finding out what the hell is going on,” Banger said.
